Nameless Drifter is a rock song about a fiery reckoning.
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Dust on a border town street,
Where shadows of feuds never sleep.
A wanderer rides in with eyes like the sun,
Sees families at war, their rivers run red.
Houses divided by greed and a gun,
He tips his hat low, lets silence be said.
Silence be said.
But whispers of coin pull him into the game,
Play rivals like cards in a gambler's wild hand.
One side feeds the fire, the other feels shame,
Till mercy's a spark in the devil's own sand.
For a handful of silver, the scales start to tip!
Bullets and betrayal in the dead of the night!
One man's quiet storm makes the mighty ones slip!
In the dust of redemption, we claim what is right!
Oh, what is right.
He dances through traps that the outlaws have laid,
Stokes embers of hate till the inferno ignites.
Gold lines his pockets, but vengeance is paid,
When innocence cries in the flickering lights.
For a handful of silver, the reckoning calls!
Echoes of thunder where the cowards all flee!
One man's shadowed blade breaks the iron-wrought walls!
In the fire of justice, the blind finally see!
Oh, finally see.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
The town holds its breath as the showdown draws near,
Rifles spit fire like a serpent's cruel tongue.
He stands 'gainst the tide, with no room left for fear,
And the dawn breaks the chains that the tyrants had strung.
For a handful of silver, the old world's undone!
Ghosts of the greedy fade into the haze!
One man's lone echo outlives every gun!
In the hush of the morning, the free winds appraise!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Oh, the free winds appraise!
The free winds appraise.
Hey!
©2025 Hugh Mungus